Chapter 392 Hidden Crisis

This black wood ore is extremely rare in the outside world. The spiritual wood that is qualified to form black wood must be an old tree of more than a thousand years. Such old trees have strong vitality and cannot be destroyed by a random natural disaster.

That is, it can only be achieved by the attack between the powerful, but how can the battle between the powerful be controlled so well that a burst of energy can make the wood chips fly and float in the wind.

Not to mention, it takes tens of thousands of years of precipitation time and does not allow external interference to eliminate the dead air of the old wood, turn death into life, and change into a dark black color. It is not a simple matter.

Seeing more and more black wood ore inside the bead, Wu Yi's mood is getting better and better, but Wu Yi did not realize that a crisis is gradually approaching.

Black wood ore is a good treasure, and it has a powerful effect. Such a good wood cannot be without a guardian. When the ghost continued to carry the black wood ore, Wu Yi heard a rustling sound, as if countless small insects were crawling.

Was it an insect? Wu Yi didn't care too much, he just sent a few ghosts to guard the surroundings, and continued to control the protective ghosts to transport the black wood ore.

Suddenly, Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness hurt, as if it was pricked by a needle, burning. These ghosts are not real creatures, they are in a state of half-life and half-death. Each one is connected to his spiritual consciousness. If it is damaged, Wu Yi will also feel pain.

Of course, Wu Yi can choose to cut off the connection, but the ghosts will only act on instinct, their combat power is not high, and they may not understand Wu Yi's intentions. Therefore, when there is an important matter, Wu Yi is used to controlling it directly.

Wu Yi looked in the direction of the injured ghost. At first glance, he didn't find what kind of creature it was. Until the thing moved, Wu Yi saw that it was a thumb-sized black ant, which should belong to the same clan as the white termites, but after adapting to the environment, the color of its body changed.

What made Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness hurt before was a drop of saliva spit out from the mouth of the black ant, which exuded a foul smell and was highly corrosive.

This saliva dripped onto the black wood ore, and the vibrant black wood ore turned into ordinary rotten wood at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a crackling sound and breaking from the inside. Wu Yi felt distressed when he saw it.

Yang is at its extreme and Yin is born. Only the black wood ore with rich vitality can give birth to such a ferocious monster.

This black ant is obviously not the only one. There are countless black ants coming one after another. Each one is the size of a thumb. In terms of strength, I am afraid it is no less than the foundation building stage. With the strange venom and the huge number, it is not a problem to fight across levels.

Looking at the strong death aura on the black ants, Wu Yi smiled. Death aura? Practicing the Netherworld Sutra, the source of death aura is on his head. Wu Yi is accompanied by death aura every day. Wu Yi has also tried several times the means of reincarnation and death, and turning death into life. Let's see who is the master in this area.

The ghosts that will be corroded by this venom will be sent to the rear, and Wu Yi will face these insects alone.

The black ants that appeared gathered together, so tightly that there was no gap. Wu Yi, who was curious about what they were doing, suddenly heard a heavy "bang", as if thousands of horses' hooves fell to the ground at the same time, or hundreds of thousands of people beat gongs and drums together.

The black ants burst out a little bit of venom from their abdomens. One black ant was naturally nothing, but tens of thousands of black ants erupted together, like a meteor rain, and Wu Yi had no chance to dodge.

The Yin Qi outside Wu Yi's body extended and was born, just like a curtain covering the sky, stretching endlessly. This Yin Qi evolved from the Netherworld Dharma Body, and the deathly aura was rolling. The most powerful ability of the black ants could not even cause a ripple in front of Wu Yi. The Yin Qi rolled up and gathered all the venom, gathering it together, as much as several liters.

The black ants were indeed not very intelligent. They used the old routine and performed it three times in a row. Wu Yi was also happy to collect these deadly venoms. Wu Yi himself was not afraid of this method, but many cultivators, even his peers, could ignore it.

When Wu Yi suddenly felt several stinging sensations in his sea of ​​consciousness, he realized that he had misjudged. The black ants in front of him attracted his attention, and the black ants in the back surrounded him. The stinging pain in his consciousness before was because they were attacking Wu Yi's protective ghost.

"Asshole." Wu Yi couldn't help cursing. After all, he was careless. He always calculated others. Today, he was slapped in the face several times in a row. "You forced me to do it." A trace of hostility flashed in Wu Yi's eyes.

The wind blew, the dead leaves of the trees fell, the grass leaves rustled, and the flowers trembled. The source of the wind was Wu Yi's open mouth, and the tight black ant formation had a slight flaw.

The Netherworld Dharma Mouth can be regarded as a powerful weapon for group battles. Once the magical power is released, the souls of the monsters are all gone. As the power of the Netherworld Dharma Mouth to extract souls increases, the black ants have splitting headaches and roll over in pain, trying to get rid of the pain, but doing so not only disrupts their formation, but also accelerates their death.

A wisp of dim souls flew to Wu Yi's side and was swallowed by Wu Yi one by one. When Wu Yi closed his mouth, tens of thousands of black ants in front of him fell to the ground in chaos, without any breath, and all became dead bodies.

The ghosts rushed over excitedly, unwilling to let go of even a little flesh and blood. This is their instinct. There are no outsiders here, and Wu Yi will not interfere with them. Not long after, the bodies of the black ants are like burnt grass ashes, flying everywhere with a breeze.

The protective ghost belongs to the category of magical powers. They died because of Wu Yi and were born because of Wu Yi. After swallowing, they can also feed Wu Yi. This method of increasing cultivation while lying down is really good.

While the protective ghost was devouring the black ants' flesh and blood, other black ants had surrounded Wu Yi. Of course, Wu Yi deliberately let them surround him, not to add a few protective ghosts, but to ask some questions.

There are four islands in the Four Seas Map, but Wu Yi was still at a loss after walking hundreds of miles. He didn't know where the road ahead was. Ji Ying said that the four islands had their own array patterns, and after passing the four islands, he could enter the core sea eye.

But what Wu Yi saw in front of him was a wild scene. Where was the scene of the array pattern? In order to be more efficient, it was a good idea to ask the local snakes.

The local snakes couldn't be too strong, otherwise they would swallow Wu Yi in one bite. If they were too weak, they wouldn't know what they were. It would be better if they had some power. The black ant group in front of him met Wu Yi's requirements.

Wu Yi transmitted his spiritual consciousness and thoughts. The spiritual consciousness and thoughts were very rough, but it was not difficult to communicate some basic meanings.

But what Wu Yi didn't expect was that the other side had no reaction at all. No, it accelerated the pace of attack.

Wu Yi shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's fight a round first."

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